Page 12 of Spookily Yours

“This morning. When I changed. You were in my room, and I—” I paled, glad I was sitting on the ground. “I’m going to be sick.”

“Little witch.” He placed a paw on my arm. “I promise, I did not look.”Much,the little grin on his face seemed to say.

I rolled my eyes. “Willow.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s Willow.”

He flicked his tail. “I know.”

“Then why do you keep calling melittle witch?” I was five-six, a perfectly average height, thank you very much.

“Well, you are, aren’t you? A witch?” Damien tilted his head to the side. “Which is why you can help.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Sure, but I’m notlittle.I’m twenty-eight, and I’m a business owner. Even this house is mine.”

“You called me yourlittle baby boythree times this morning.”

I cleared my throat. “I thought you were a cat.”

“As normal people do.” He purred.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Damien.” It felt weird addressing him like that—with his name. When it had popped into my head, I’d thought nothing of it, but now—

“Ah, see, you already know my name,witch.”His nose twitched.

Goddess help me. You’ve truly lost your marbles, Willow.

“You’re not insane.”

“What? Did you just read my mind?” I rubbed at my temples.

“No. I can’t access my full powers in this form, unfortunately.”

“Full powers?” I raised an eyebrow.

Damien stretched his back before sitting up, like he was drawing up his full cat-height. His eyes flickered red again, and I shivered, even though there wasn’t normally a draft in here.

“What are you…?” The words came out barely above a whisper.

His black tail flicked against the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t properly introduce myself before. I didn’t want to startle you.”

Well, you did a pretty good job of that, anyway.

“My nameisDamien, though I suppose Demon Cat is also appropriate.” His ear twitched. I didn’t think I was imagining the chuckle in his voice. “I’m the bastard prince of the Demon King, and that makes me—”

“A demon.” I paled. My mom had always warned me about demons and their trickster ways. How they’d steal your soul and condemn you to an eternity in their realm. Hell.

Which meant this cat—my cat—was fromhell.

‘And never, ever, make a deal with the devil.’She’d always warned me of that, ever since I was a little girl. I sucked in a breath. I had a feeling I’d done something a lot worse by inviting this being into my home.

“You look like you’re finally getting it now,” Damien the demon—the cat, currently sitting next to me—said. “Now, can we get back to the important part?”

I ignored his question, still reeling in my surprise. “How did this happen to you if you’re thesonof theDemon King? Aren’t you like…superpowerful?” What little I knew about demons wasn’t helping me here.

He narrowed his eyes, and the temperature dropped a few more degrees. “Say that again when I'm not in this form, and you’ll see just how powerful I am.”

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